Was it you? - Jikook

7. Was it you?

"This is bullshit."

Jungkook dropped his clothes again. It was the fifth time he tried to save things for Lima but he still couldn't. It seemed sometimes that his clothes unfolded on their own, or that his hands were too soft.

Maybe they were a little nervous; Lima was the last stop before returning home. Therefore, perhaps it was part of his body that he did not want to return to, to the meetings with the family, the inquisitions of his lawyers, the routine with his fiancée.

Being an adult was definitely a time of life.

Tired of everything, Jungkook decided to surrender and lay in his bed, leaving everything aside and instead taking a cigarette from the box that was on the nightstand. He really didn't used to smoke often but that night he needed it. He turned it on lying down but soon stood up and walked to the chair in front of the open window.

Jungkook let out smoke slowly, feeling himdelf in the mood for whatever it was again. He closed his eyes for a moment, but what he feared happened: he suddenly felt those lips on his again.

He woke up from a spasm, pulling his hair. Jungkook couldn't get it out of his head.

"It was all a fucking mistake from the beginning." He found himself admitting out loud. "I hate myself so much..." he growled softly.

They had been together for four years, at the height of their career. At first it was a way to de-stress but when he ended up meeting his fiancée things changed, then when it all ended Jimin and him continued. Some time in the beginning of last year they fought though, and that was the exact time Yabuki appeared again. It wasn't supposed to be big but then a baby happened, after that she began to have legal problems with her family and they decided to get married.

It was for normality because in any case what they had between them was never anything special, and in fact neither what Jimin had was. However, there was something that Jungkook couldn't solve.

How come Jimin's love still hurt?

Hell, it had hurt him so much that he had even gone that stupid night to kiss him. He must have been crazy to do something like that when an hour before he had talked to her and told her that he loved her.

But sometimes his fiancée was more like a mother. She would ask him where he was, with whom, if he was okay, if he had eaten.

He didn't remember her ever telling him that she loved him, and yet it was important.

A knock on his door made him put out his cigarette and go open it. Maybe it would have been better not to.

"Excuse me, I just want to know if you have my red shirt by any chance...the Dior one...do you remember it?" Jimin played with his fingers, dressed in modest pajamas.

"Uh..." Jungkook cleared his throat and let it go, "you can search if you want."

Twelve days had passed since they kissed, there was no reason to be cold now.

Jimin walked in and looked around, noticing the smell of cigarettes almost instinctively. He wanted to say something about it but as always, he didn't. He had a goal after all, to look for clothes he was sure to have lent Jungkook some time ago, maybe when they were in Paris.

He searched the unmade bed and the clothes, slowly. Jungkook watched him from the door.

"I think...it's not here." Jimin smiled, turning around.

"Maybe but...everything is a mess with me." Jungkook commented, in a sarcastic tone, looking around to the like of clothes. "Will you wear it to the airport?"

"I wanted that." Jimin sighed. "But what to do? If it's not there, it's not there." He was somewhat disappointed, Jungkook noticed.

Jimin almost fell when Jungkook approached the bed to try to fold his things, as if pretending that he wasn't even there.

The little moment of truce begins for both, staring at their actions and sharing a silent empathy.

When Jimin understood what he did, he joined him. They both ended up folding the clothes, waiting to see a red logo that would indicate the prize. One was folding pants, the other was putting them away, after half an hour they were finished.

The shirt wasn't there.

"Wow, what a shame." Jimin commented, sitting down on the cleared bed. Jungkook sat next to him.

"Do you have a plan B?" Jungkook asked, leaning behind him with his hands.

"Yes." Jimin nodded. "But I don't think it's as good as A."

They both looked to the sides, avoiding each other.

"Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook turned around suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"There is..." Jimin stammered, "something I want to ask you." He turned to look at Jungkook, feeling relieved when instead of holding back he nodded. "Are you happy?"

Jungkook let out a snort.

"What have you been reading with Namjoon?" He wanted to joke but when he saw the serious face of the man next to him, Jungkook's expression changed. "Well...I think...yes."

"Of course...." Jimin smiled pitifully.

"And you?" Jungkook didn't know why he asked it, but when he did it was too late to back out.

Jimin hesitated, he didn't really want to answer.

"How is she?" He changed the subject instead of him, standing up abruptly to turn his back on him.

"Fine..." Jungkook watched him respond.

"Is your apartment ready? It's the one you saw with Jin Hyung in Gangnam, right?"

"Yes."

"You will live well." Jimin smiled, turning gently. "Good to know."

"I guess." Jungkook said, playing with the sheets between his fingers on the bed.

"You guess? That's not the mood of a husband." Jimin joked, causing a chuckle between the two.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little hesitant sometimes; but you know I'll try to be good to her." Jungkook explained, relaxed and unhurried.

Seeing him like this, Jimin wanted to infer.  He walked towards him causing a crash, but instead of reaching out again like Jungkook would think, he knelt down and pulled out something from under the bed: a red shirt with a black Dior logo around it. Taking it, he stood up again and walked to the door.

"Thank you, Jungkook-ah."